Amid the dust filling the sky, a figure streaked past like a meteor.
One moment, he was close at hand; the next, he had reached the horizon.
His speed surpassed even the golden orb's earlier flight.
Clad in a red robe, his face handsome as carved jade, Luo Chen looked calm. But Han Zhan, hidden within the Soul Nourishing Wood, could feel the emotions surging beneath that calm.
"You truly mean to ruin the Blood Nightmare Fiend's plan?"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"There's no blood feud between you two. But if you do this, you'll make a real enemy of him. You won't even have a chance to sit down and talk in the future."
"Heh. He may have no blood feud with me, but I have one with him—and it ends only in death!"
Han Zhan fell silent.
A Nascent Soul True Person would never take a Golden Core Cultivator seriously. The Hundred Refinements Mountain Lord's pursuit of Luo Chen had likely taken no more than a word from the Blood Nightmare Fiend.
Even after the Hundred Refinements Mountain Lord failed, the Blood Nightmare Fiend probably thought nothing of it.
If he met Luo Chen again someday, he might even admire how quickly Luo Chen had grown and try to recruit him once more.
But Luo Chen knew that, without the Profound Dust Armor he had painstakingly refined, he would likely have died on Seven Stars Island.
Luo Chen seldom spoke of it. He never wore his hatred on his lips.
But he remembered that matter with perfect clarity.
He had merely lived by the principle that a gentleman could wait ten years to take revenge, biding his time for the right opening.
"This time, I'll collect some interest in advance. The day I reach the Nascent Soul Stage, I'll